Hello world. The following was written 10/22/2017. I am in a very strange place this morning. I am having visions and snippets of my dreams flash through my mind this morning, as I am scrolling through Facebook. The more I read of these posts, the more I want to walk away from these people and their inability to be responsible for themselves. Each of them have their heads buried so far up the persons ass who is supposedly teaching them, it is no wonder they have no clue who they are. They are blindly following and believing everything being said to them, by their supposed guru and the books they read. They have become automatons or robots. In my visions and dreams, I am on the Astral Plane with silver umbilical cords attached to the Beings around me. In each Being I see, the seeds buried within them, which cause their pain and suffering. I can see each belief, it’s rottenness festering within them. In the visions and dreams I would follow the umbilical cords to those seeds. I could reach into these Beings, pulling out the seeds of doubt and fear, placing them directly in those Beings hands. Showing Continue Reading
Looking through the looking glass at Heaven, if we only choose to see it.
Hello world. The following was written 10/22/2015. Through the looking glass a reflection stares back at me, I have never truly seen. A visage of flushed cheeks, rosy from rosacea. Glassy eyes, still clouded with the mornings events. The internal struggle of feeling helpless, in the wake of those closest to you battling their own personal demons. The mental and emotional demons, telling us this is life or death, make your choice now. My mother, is a 20 year cancer survivor. Yet, she is still battling this disease and it’s side effects daily. Her liver and kidneys are failing, because of the Chemotherapy she went through. They tell her she must undergo another surgery, or she will not be here in 5 years. For the past 3 months I have been helping her, as best I can. The irony here, is I may have only five years left to get to know who my mother is as a person. To see her, without the blinders of childhood memories or society’s dictates. In this, I have been learning she is no different than I am. She thinks, she feels, she experiences everything the same as me. Lately, when we speak, she Continue Reading